I haven’t heard a single word that you have said this dreadful evening.
My ears are closed for business since you told me that you would be leaving.
I watch you from the doorway of the bedroom as you empty wardrobes;
My fingers running carelessly over the folds of matching bathrobes.

I wish that I could find a way to stop this pain inside from hurting,
I find your calm collected manner to be mostly disconcerting.
There is nothing that I can say or do to change the final outcome,
So I’ll just sit here in the darkness waiting for whatever may come.

He sat in that chair
Like a King on a burnished throne.
The light played off his hair
And turned it into
Gleaming threads of gold.
His eyes were closed as he
Thrummed the guitar strings.
He was lost
In the music,
In the moment,
In the words
Of the song.
It was at that point;
That shining golden moment
When I realised
That I was also lost
And that I loved him.

Ah forsooth!
My gastromancy skills
Alert me to the fact
That you, perchance, are ravenous.
Don’t get cantankerous –
Fasten up your bowyang
And we’ll galumph together
Down the aisles in Lidl
And purchase you
A Bombay Bad Boy.